Mazon Tsyrba was a man of many talents. He was a brilliant scientist, a renowned inventor, and a loving husband. But Mazon had one peculiar flaw: he was a terrible hypochondriac.
One day, Mazon was working in his laboratory when he had a sudden attack of dizziness. He stumbled to his feet and called out for his wife, Anya.
"Anya, I'm feeling terrible!" he exclaimed. "I think I'm dying!"
Anya rushed into the laboratory and found her husband lying on the floor in a pool of his own sweat. She helped him up and led him to the couch.
"What's wrong, Mazon?" she asked. "You look awful."
"I don't know," Mazon said. "I just feel dizzy and nauseous. My head is pounding." Anya took Mazon's temperature and found that it was normal. She checked his blood pressure but that was normal too.
"I don't know what's wrong with you, Mazon," she said. "But you don't seem to have a fever or anything.
"I feel like my bones are melting," Mazon moaned. "And my brain is turning to mush."
Anya was starting to get worried. She had never seen Mazon this sick before.
"I think we should call the doctor," she said.
"No, no, I'll be fine," Mazon said. "I just need to lie down for a while."
Anya helped Mazon to the bedroom and tucked him into bed. She sat down beside him and rubbed his forehead.
"You're going to be okay," she said. "I'm right here."
Mazon closed his eyes and tried to relax. He took a few deep breaths and listened to the sound of his wife's heartbeat.
Suddenly, Mazon opened his eyes and sat up in bed.
"Anya, I know what's wrong with me!" he exclaimed.
"What is it, Mazon?" Anya asked.
"I'm not sick at all," Mazon said. "I'm going insane."
"What?" Anya exclaimed. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I just realized that I've been mistaking you for a spacecraft this whole time," Mazon said.
Anya stared at her husband in disbelief.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I thought you were a spacecraft from another planet," Mazon said. "I thought you were here to take me to my home planet."
Anya couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Mazon, I'm not a spacecraft," she said. "I'm your wife."
"No, no, you're a spacecraft," Mazon insisted. "You have a metal body and a bright light on top of your head. And you can fly through the air."
Anya sighed and rubbed her temples.
"Mazon, I think you need some help," she said.
Anya called the doctor and explained the situation. The doctor came to the house and examined Mazon. He diagnosed Mazon with a rare condition called space-brain syndrome, which is caused by excessive exposure to the vacuum of space. The doctor gave Mazon some medication and told him to get plenty of rest.
Mazon spent the next few days in bed, recovering from his illness. Anya stayed by his side the whole time, nursing him back to health.
One day, Mazon woke up and realized that he was feeling much better. He looked around the room and saw Anya sitting beside him.
"Anya," he said, "I'm so sorry for mistaking you for a spacecraft."
"It's okay, Mazon," Anya said. "I understand."
Mazon smiled and kissed Anya on the cheek.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too," Anya said.
Mazon and Anya continued to live a happy and fulfilling life together, and Mazon never forgot the day he mistook his wife for a spacecraft.
Moral of the story: Never assume that the person you love is a spacecraft, even if they do have a metal body and a bright light on top of their head.